Page 15 of The Lies Of Omission (Without Limits #3)

Theo’s hands scrabbled at the shelf behind him, his breath catching in stuttering gasps. His hips rocked forward on instinct, desperate for more even as his legs trembled from restraint.

Spit and precum pooled at the corners of my mouth, slicking down my chin. But I didn’t care as I lost myself in him.

I pinned him in place with one hand and swiped the mess up with two fingers from the other. I dragged them down the tight line of his abs, over the crease of his thigh, down lower still, until I reached the tender skin behind his balls.

He made a strangled sound, hips jerking. I didn’t need a roadmap to find where he needed me most.

Without needing to be told, Theo adjusted his stance, feet shifting slightly wider, his breath now ragged, uneven, shaking. He didn’t look down. But his body gave me the permission his mouth never would.

I ghosted my fingers down his taint to the tight ring of muscle, circling lightly, feeling the heat and tension gathered there. When I applied a little pressure, he jolted like I’d shocked him with a live wire.

“Jesus,” he gasped, almost choking on the word.

I groaned around his cock, the vibration making him moan aloud.

The pucker of his entrance fluttered beneath my touch—tight, untouched, and so fucking responsive I thought I might lose it before he did. I rubbed slow, patient circles there, just brushing the surface, sparking the sensitive skin to life, teasing him with what was coming.

I pulled off his length, lips swollen and slick. A string of spit still connected us—thick and obscene—before snapping as I leaned back to kiss the flushed, leaking head of his cock.

Theo’s chest was heaving, his pupils blown so wide they eclipsed the color of his eyes. I licked my lips, slow and deliberate, and looked up at him through my lashes.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I asked, my voice a husky purr. I emphasized the question with a firm tap to his hole.

Theo shook his head, jaw clenched, the tendons in his neck straining.

“Words, Theo.”

“No,” he rasped, barely audible. “No one.”

I smiled like the devil and pressed harder, just enough to make his breath catch.

“This ass,” I whispered, lips brushing the tip of his cock. “This hole will be mine.”

He whimpered, his knees nearly buckling.

“I’m going to fuck you open on my fingers, then my tongue,” I went on, the filth of my words softened by the reverence in my tone. “And when you’re begging for more, I’ll push in slowly. You’ll feel every inch as I stretch you. As I fill you.”

He moaned— loudly— I glanced over my shoulder at the door, unable to remember if we’d locked it when we came in or not. Certain that anyone in the hallway would have heard him, but I was far too gone to care.

“I’ll watch your eyes roll back when I hit that spot inside you that makes you forget your own name.

And when you’re writhing, shaking, clenching down on me like your body needs me to stay there forever…

I’ll let you come. I’ll make you come with nothing but my cock buried in your perfect, untouched hole. ”

A full-body shudder rolled through him, and he choked out a sob of pleasure so pure, so wrecked, it made my dick throb, echoing the vein that pulsed in his.

“Oh fuck, I’m close, Sin—so fucking close,” he whimpered, his whole body bowed tight as a drawn bowstring, seconds from snapping.

I dropped my mouth back to his cock and sucked with single-minded intensity, stroking his rim in slow, torturous circles. His thighs shook, hands fisting so tight in my hair I thought he might rip it from the scalp.

He came apart like a detonated secret. With a cry so raw and broken it scraped something feral out of me. His entire body tensed and quaked, his cock pulsing as he spilled into my mouth, again and again. I swallowed him down, eyes locked on him, watching the exact moment he shattered.

He didn’t open his eyes right away. Didn’t move. Just stood there, shuddering against the shelves like I’d stripped him bare inside and out.

His hands trembled in my hair. His body almost gave out. In that moment—wrecked, wide-eyed, panting—Theo belonged to me in every way that mattered.

Surrender etched into every breath, every tremor, every inch of him. He didn’t even try to speak. There was no way to pretend this hadn’t happened. No amount of denial could erase what we both knew.

When I rose, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grabbed his face, and kissed him. It was deep. Possessive. Drenched in the truth he wouldn’t speak.

He kissed me back, tasting himself on my tongue. He moaned into me, his hands cupping my jaw, thumbs rubbing along my cheekbones. For one fractured, burning second, he kissed me like he meant it . Like he wanted me.

Then—like reality slammed back into his bloodstream—he pushed me away.

“This was a mistake,” he rasped, eyes blown wide, chest heaving. “This can’t happen again.”

I stepped back slowly, licking my lips and palming my aching length through my slacks. Smirking.

“You keep saying that,” I said casually. “But I don’t see you stopping.”

His eyes flared with something raw—fear, shame, want. “I will.”

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“I mean it, Sin,” he all but growled.

I stepped closer, just enough that he could feel the heat of me again. “You can’t help yourself.”

“You don’t know me,” he said, voice brittle.

I tilted my head, gaze unwavering. “Don’t I?”

He didn’t answer. Just stared at me like he hated me.

“We both know,” I whispered, “you’re going to let it happen again.”

Before he could answer, I opened the closet door and slipped out, calm and cocky, humming under my breath like I hadn’t just brought the man I couldn’t stop thinking about to his knees.

I knew the truth now. He could deny it all he wanted. He could run. He could hide. But Theo? He was already mine.

And next time?

He’d beg.